{"id":1131,"date":"2011-08-18T09:57:05","date_gmt":"2011-08-18T14:57:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tillthemoneyrunsout.com\/?p=1131"},"modified":"2015-05-20T07:09:06","modified_gmt":"2015-05-20T14:09:06","slug":"getting-cocky","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tillthemoneyrunsout.com\/getting-cocky\/","title":{"rendered":"Getting Cocky"},"content":{"rendered":"

After two weeks of house-sitting in Bocas, we pretty much had it figured out.<\/p>\n

“It’s funny how quickly i’ve gotten used to just grabbing beetles out of the sink and tossing them outside” I blithely called out to Tom this morning, while chucking the pinto bean-sized bug out the window.<\/p>\n

Docking has become a breeze, my flower arrangements from the grounds have gotten more artful, the dogs come when they are called, I don’t even skip a beat when typing on the computer and a clumsy gecko falls on my head from the rafters above – yep we have it under control.<\/p>\n

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Or so we thought. Life likes to throw out little reminders every now again that you do not have it all figured out. Sometimes the reminders take your breath away, like you thought you’ve seen the best sunsets Bocas has to offer and then this unfolds in front of your glass of wine.<\/p>\n

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